Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Poetry Wednesday, Vol.100

MatinsLouise Gluck

You want to know how I spend my time?
I walk the front lawn, pretending
to be weeding, on my knees, pulling
clumps of clover from the flower beds: in fact
I'm looking for courage, for some evidence
my life will change, though
it takes forever, checking
each clump for the symbolic
leaf, and soon the summer is ending, already
the leaves turning, always the sick trees
going first, the dying turning
brilliant yellow, while a few dark birds perform
their curfew of music. You want to see my hands?
As empty now as at the first note.
Or was the point always
to continue without a sign?

I ran out last night, right before dinner, and cut down my hostas & lily of the valley - been meaning to do it for four weeks and finally got to it. Weeding is always at the bottom of my list for sure!

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“ The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life’s plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life.”